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Mr. CEO, Do you think I'm pretty too? Chapter sixteen
DAMIEN’S POV While the agency was buzzing with preparations for the annual fashion show, I was miles away on the other side of the country, sitting in a sparsely lit room filled with some of the most powerful men in the underworld. Was I anxious? Hardly. If it were to be anyone else sitting in my position, I’m sure they would have been quacking in their leather boots. Not me though. If anything, I was calm and level headed. The gears in my head were already in motion as I drank in the presence of these men. As the heir to the Sullivan name, I needed to maintain my family’s raptor. The Cosa Nostra Demanded my presence. It was a rule set in stone. When the cosa nostra called, you answered, even if your wife were in labor. That’s how serious they were. Under normal circumstances, my father would have been the one here, but here we were. I gauged the setting, causally browsing over the men as though they were books at a library. To my left and right, were six of the most notorious men i
Mr. CEO, Do you think I'm pretty too? Chapter seventeen
All eyes shifted back to me, the Don remained silent, listening. I knew the kind of game Salvatore was playing at and I didn’t like it one bit. Being pushed into a corner wasn’t my style. “Yeah, we had a…rat.” I admitted. “only one?” Salvatore’s tone was challenging, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark as he leaned forward. “since you seem to know so much, why don’t you tell me who the others are?” I snapped. “you’re out of line Sly,” my voice low and controlled. “I don’t take kindly to baseless accusations. Yeah, one of my men was compromised. But that’s a far cry from saying anyone else in my family is involved.” The truth was that, I did have my suspicions, but I kept them to myself for now. Salvatore remained unphased, his smirk only widening. The man seemed to reveal in the discomfort he was causing me. Sly put up his hands in mock defense as though he hadn’t just turned the room against me. “hey, I’m merely presenting the facts as I’ve heard them,” he said, his to
Mr. CEO, Do you think I'm pretty too? chapter one
DISCLAIMER: This book is a work of fiction, events and characters are all made up and even if they pose some resemblance to real people, it’s purely coincidental. For younger readers, viewers discretion is advised, because there will be some mention of violence, foul languages, and sexual contents. Regards, Author-san 💕 . . . . The office building was eerily hushed since most of its workers had already clocked out for the day, leaving only a handful of employees behind and that included Vivian Mercer. A spirited yet easy going secretary at D&_S modelling agency. After spending a good three years of her life working here, where she was only promoted to being assistant manager last year, Vivian was already accustomed to these halls. But now as she walked through these familiar corridors again she couldn’t understand why her heart became so restless and her back broke out in a cold sweat, maybe it was the thought of meeting Damien in his office after closing hours that put her o
Mr. CEO, Do you think I'm pretty too? Chapter two
Damien inspected her glasses closely, before folding them and setting them aside on the desk behind him. But he didn’t stop there. Seeing as she hadn’t objected him so far, the man reached back and pulled off the hair tie that kept her ponytail up, letting her brown locks fall down her back like a wave. It was a bit messy, but he didn’t mind. His expression was cold on the surface, but his electric blue eyes lit up in a sort of jovial excitement. “hm? That’s much better” he murmured, his voice so low it almost came out as a growl. “you’re beautiful, Vivian…” said Damien as he combed her hair with his fingers. Vivian’s breath caught in her throat as his fingers lingered near her pretty face. On the surface, she looked like any ordinary woman. She was simple, easy going and predictable. She was always on time and always had her hair tied up in a pony tail. Her round framed glasses made her look cute and unintimidating, a complete push over, but an earnest woman. Yet, as Damien stared a
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The raw hunger in his voice, the way he spoke to her, the way he moved, it was all heady and she didn’t want him to stop. Her body responded before her mind could even catch up, her own desire rising to meet up with his. She wanted him too, more than she had ever allowed herself to admit. And here he was, offering her everything she had secretly wanted. Vivian shock her head. “I don’t want you to stop.” She admitted. Without another word, Damien closed the final gap between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was fierce, demanding, filled with all the pent-up yearning that had been building between them. Vivian gasped against his mouth, her hands instinctively reaching out to grab his shoulder for support, holding on dearly as her world was tilted on its axis. For three years, she had been by his side, shadowing his every move, while helping him run the agency. She had seen many women flock around him, many of these models begged to be with him, to
Mr. CEO, Do you think I'm pretty too? Chapter four
The sensation was overwhelming, a blend of pain, relief and pleasure all mixed into one, making Vivian gasp for breath as she held unto Damien’s shoulders, with each slow thrust, he let out a stifled grunt. His hands gripped her hips tightly, anchoring her to him as he began to build up momentum and tempo as he went deeper and harder, each thrust deliberate as he drove her closer and closer to her edge. Vivian clung onto him like her very life deepened on it right now, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she matched his rhythm, her body pressing against him with each movement, the world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them. “Vivian,” Damien murmured against her skin, his voice rough, his breath hot on her neck and the heat they generated mingling in the air. “you feel so fucking…good” She couldn’t form words of her own just yet. He felt amazing, he was amazing and she couldn’t think of anything now other than the sensation of him being inside her, the way
Mr. CEO, Do you think I'm pretty too? Chapter five
Vivian had styled her brown hair up, neatly tied back in a ponytail, keeping her look sleek and tidy. She slipped on her round-rimmed glasses, which framed her warm brown eyes, adding a touch of intellectual charm to her appearance. Feeling a bit more confident this time around, Vivian Mercer sashayed out of her apartment, her bag and files in hand. The drive down town was as usual, and the sun had long risen into the sky, ushering a new day for everyone. As she stepped into the bustling modelling agency, the atmosphere was electric with energy. Models were scattered around the spacious, modern lobby, some practicing their walks, others reviewing their portfolio with the agents. The air was filled with the hum of conversations, punctuated by occasional laughter and the clicking of heels against the polished marble floors. This was her life, and it swelled her with pride of be able to work here. The receptionist, a young man with a snarky attitude greeted her first, the gum in his mou
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“Bruce, what are you doing here?” Vivian asked as the man as he gathered the fallen textiles and handed them over to her. Bruce stood before her, his well-defined features mixed with an almost relaxed demeanor. His blonde hair that melded with his deep chocolate brown eyes seemed to catch the sun rays, enhancing the radiance of his eyes, like one of those ken dolls that Vivian often collected as a child. Which, may or may not have been one of the reasons she had dated him back then. The way his eyes crinkled in a smile brought blush to Vivian’s cheeks as she reminisced about the days when she had been charmed by both his looks and his ambition. But sadly, not everything was destined to last.As she stood there pondering on all the reasons as to why her ex-boyfriend was at her place of work, her gaze shifted and she noted the badge that hung off his waist. A detective. Bruce’s smile softened a bit. Initially he had opted to go get a cup of coffee, but as luck would have it, right from
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